Symphony

blinded by vast horizon full of minuscule particles

lying beneath abysmally dark night sky,

I close my eyes and feel for the passing breeze,

carrying a scent, a dream-like hint, slipping into my eyes,

closed yet listening, tracing threads, weaving

a multivariate symphony of breaths,

humming and purring comfortably into the mystery.

9.24.2020

Reminiscence 1

it was the first snow.
no, it was lumps of molten snow
falling from the grey sky
through the Uber ride, there were no words
just a long glance through a foggy window
arrived at an old French town
toured around like black crows
in vintage shops and bakeries barely warm
and tried a fancy magician’s hat
but no trick — or was there a trick then? —
tucked under an brown brick jewelry store
a petit château — gaslight restaurant opened
— and greeted cold and shriveled souls
I don’t remember what went through my guts;
it was a blur; all the dancing lights
and the smiles — yes, there were smiles
and I felt — or I thought — a little warmth
in the cold darkness.
The one that would, in the end, shine very, very brightly.

9.5.2022

Looking ahead

I hope to keep my eyes towards a brighter future
keeping my head above the busy water
taking one step at a time progressively
making sure things are done the right way

I hope to bring goodness to the world
of course there will be obstacles
and it appears to be the general rule
plans often don’t work out its way

but I’d be happy to see a quiet sunset
from a hill where I’d see a better world
if I lay in shadows, not seeing before it rises
I hope to be content knowing we gave it all.

진인사 대천명이라고
좋은 세상이 만들어지기 위해
일하고 있다는걸 잊지 않았으면 한다.
물론 진화론적인면도 고려해야하지만.

8.26.2022

Embrace

can’t we embrace it all
the joy, pain, and tears;
slowly grooving,
humming,
loving all of each step
towards the final doorstep
falling melodically to embrace
this journey’s majestic grace

조금씩, 이 여정의
아주 작으마한 부분까지도
우린 사랑할 수 있을까

8.16.2022

Bookstore

by happenchance, I opened the door,
opened, too, a world I haven’t seen before,
a father, crouched down, reading a book
a mother, calling their son to take a look

this bookstore, a microcosm of eclectic stories
fireworks of intellects, memories, and histories,
world unknown, unseeable, unimaginable to the rest,
perhaps best kept hidden inside, as a place blessed

let its glories be passed onto this child
let it sow seeds of dreams to keep him smile

1.8.2022